English is still not my first language, so whatever this is - I tried my best.
This is not proofread. So, if you find mistakes (what kind soever) or something confusing then please tell me. I will try my best to fix it.
Have fun :3
There she is again.
Dancing beautifully to music that wouldn't reach his ears, in a dress that is matching her motions and he is sure her emotions as well.
It's always like that. Every day she illuminates her place - even if the sun is still shining, let her long raven hair down or pull it up into a high ponytail - it's either the one or the other, never something else. Then she looks through her closet for a dress - always a dress and no shoes - that would be suitable for her current mood. He saw her in pretty much every color imaginable. Except one. Not even once in all this time he knew she was living in the apartment across from his, was she wearing white. Maybe she simply doesn't like it, but strangely enough he has the feeling there would be more to it. She seems to be such an innocent creature and white is the color of innocence, isn't it?
Today she chose a silky red halter dress - it lies tight around her petite frame, plays loosely around her hips and flows freely down until it ends short above her knees.
Red.
That means a sleepless night for him - again.
She is upset. Why he will never know. But this color means something between dancing and seduction. For him that means no long way to go - at least if she is the one dancing.
The first moment he lay his eyes on her he was captured.
It has been nearly two years since that moment and it wasn't even something worth telling.
He was shopping in the convenience store in the apartment- complex he was living in, looking for something fast and simple to eat.
Someone made this beautiful sound in the aisle next to him. Wondering who would hum swan lake in the middle of grocery shopping, he looked around the corner and saw this bright golden eyes staring right at him. She was still humming as she smilingly nodded at him in greeting and went past him to get to the vegetables. His heart literally skipped a beat.
He never had the chance to talk with her or even ask for her name. In the moment he came back to his senses, she was already gone.
After that he went more often to that store in hope to see her again, but without any luck.
It wasn't until nearly a month later, as he came early home from a photo- shoot that had to be canceled because of the sudden illness of his fellow model.
It was still bright outside as he looked out of his living room window, not knowing what to do with this unexpected free time.
Deep in thoughts about his schedule the next days his eyes were suddenly drawn to lights that were switched on in the apartment across and one floor under his own place. Normally he wouldn't look into other people windows, but sudden movements caught his attention and he was soon mesmerized. There in this brightly lit place without any furniture, dancing ballet in a short but elegant black dress was the girl he was looking for for the last few weeks. He was captivated until she turned the lights of - he couldn't get his eyes off of her.
From then on he would look out of his window as soon as he came home.
Sometimes he gets a short glimpse of her before her place falls into the dark completely, on other days he can watch her the whole time - moving to pop- music, hip hop, dancing ballet, jazz- dance, or a few times even break- dance.
Sometimes he feels like a stalker, but what could he do? It would be a shame if this lovely movements would never be seen by another human being - and he could watch her the whole time for the rest of his life.
At the moment she is sitting cross- legged in front of the only item he could see in her supposedly living room - a laptop. He guesses to choose the music. Then she begins her stretching exercises- he is sure some of that movements are really painful. In the middle of bending backwards, touching the floor with her hands and straightening one of her legs right up in the air - who would need something like a spine? - she suddenly jumps back on her feed and takes her phone from the place next to the computer.
He sighs.
There wouldn't be any dancing this night.
Every time she gets a call she turns the lights off and that's it. He has no idea what she is doing or who is calling. Maybe her boyfriend... but he doesn't want to think about that possibility.
Surely the call is from her family or friends. But there are never people with her, as far as he could tell, that is. His hectic schedule doesn't allow him much time at home, but if he is and he gets a glimpse of her, she is always alone.
Then maybe something work related? But which kind of work would require a young, pretty female in the middle of the night? Another thing he doesn't really want to think about. She wouldn't do that kind of work, would she?
The first time he saw her dance he thought she was a professional ballet dancer or something like that. But if she is, then why would she dance at home in the night? Wouldn't she practice with her colleagues in a dance studio all day and go on stage in the evening? That couldn't be it. So if the dancing is only for fun or to keep in shape. Where is she going at such times?
He wants to know it. He wants to know all sorts of things about her. How old she is. Where does she come from. What's she doing - work and such. Her favorite colour, food, movie, music. About her family and her past. Her name... Oh, yeah... That he wants to know the most.
Would he ever have the courage to go and talk to her? But even if, what would he say?
"Hi, you live in the building across from me and I'm stalking you for nearly two years now. What's your name? Do you have a boyfriend?"
Right... that will surely bring her into his arms.
Bring her into his arms?
What's he thinking? He doesn't even know her. Why should he want her at his side?
No.
That's not the right question...
Why should someone want to be at his side?
He doesn't deserve love or happiness. He doesn't deserve anything like that at all. Why would he? It's his fault that his best friend died. If he didn't exist Rick would still be alive and Tina wouldn't have to cry so hard and call him a murderer.
A murderer.
That's what he is and that's why he deserves nothing, but to be alone till the end of his time.
But why is he watching her every time he gets the chance to? Why isn't he simply not looking in her direction and doing something different? Why does he enjoy her little performances so much? Or is it more like torture?
Yeah... that's it. He has to crucify himself by looking at someone who will never be a part of his life.
Hey there :)
It has been a long time, hasn't it?
Life and such things... you know.
I'm currently trying to get back into writing. Though that's not completely right. I wrote every now and again. But on many different things.
It's like all those ideas in my head need to be written. I hardly can finish one thought without driving to the next one.
I have ... let me count ... 17 o_o stories in work (and that are only the ones I started - have many more ideas) Crazy mind of mine... (not all SB!, one is for Sherlock and a few are originals)
What ever. I try to get back into really writing Skip Beat! fanfic (because I love it so much !) And I had this idea with writing something short based on a prompt. That should be a nice little exercise, right? ... Well, nope. To every little thing I write my head makes up a whole story and that WANTS/NEEDS to be written. So I have 3 more stories now...
*sigh*
So what this one is about? I could tell you... I probably will, when I finally get my stuff together and write this whole thing.
All what you see above? Was written in ... let me look ... November 2013. That long, huh...
I just looked through my files and found it there - dusty and forsaken. But I like it, always did. It has so much potential and I think it's rather well written, at least for me. I actually didn't want to put anything up here unless finished, but that may be one of my problems...
*rant rant rant*
I'm sorry. Wasn't my intention to throw that stuff on you.
If you like you can tell me what you think about this thingy. I would love to hear from you.
Thank you for reading (especially, if you read all of this A/N too)
Have a nice day.
Ja ne
Kia